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Limbo
As if my time is unlimited, my life moves in slow motion. Like a long traffic jam right up the motorway. No crash or roadworks, just a grinding halt. As if the world itself stopped spinning, lingering in a sort of rest. I crack my neck and listen to my playlist, try to make plans for tomorrow and it’s quite peaceful for a while, until I need the toilet. There is no turning off this road, no lay-by or service station, just piled together like domino’s. Waiting for the fron
abigailfrench02
Jul 271 min read
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